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Who: Aya, the boys
When: A few months after they start dating.
What: Some realizations.

Danny was actually concerned; she didn't blame him. Dating, for her, didn't go this well. She hadn't scared them off, they hadn't turned into creepers, and things were...nice.

Warm.

Comfortable.

She just felt wanted, waking up with her nose tucked in Braig's hair and Dilan's arm over her hips. Granted, she hadn't told Danny that her new triad lifestyle wasn't so much a tried on the boy's end, but she was trying hard not to care. When she managed nonchalant in that regard she'd break it to Danny. That looming storm aside, well, her normal dating luck was nowhere to be found.

Idly she wondered if that meant some creeper from her past would just try to up and kidnap her. Kind of accumulated bad luck striking sideways from expected! Obviously she hadn't managed enough sleep, coming off a late shift to meet the boys and a bit of therapeutic bedroom antics, well, she shouldn't be awake. Much less coming up with doom scenarios to counter.

Idiot brain.

Ben, of course, was ecstatic and probably had more research on alternative dating styles under his belt than any other nine year old out there. If he handed her another pamphlet or 'wise saying from the internet' she was going to smack him with it! Oddly, the mental image her giggle and curl more against the boys. Screw propriety.

...oh hell that was her phone ringing. Damn it.

Duty called.

"Going to need to let me move," she grumbled into Braig's hair, knowing Dilan could hear her just fine. "Want to stay." Probably needed to go.

Bah.

Dating was harder when it wasn't awful.

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